I'd like to turn my face away,
especially from all lifes negative decay.
However it's impossible not to see,
the good with the bad,
we have to learn to take the
happy with the sad.
But you've got to beg my pardon,
I've learn to weed the garden.

My garden was full of weeds,
I had to learn to plant some good seeds,
then chop down the weeds.
But weeds keep up their flack,
some try to slip in the back.
I had to learn to be a good gardener,
since I never had a good father.

Hate is a weed,
love is a seed.
Hate is easier,
love is the pleaser.
It use to please me to kick some butt,
however this weed I had to cut.
Mean was in my garden growing,
faster than I could get loves principles flowing.
For a long time it was slip and slid,
the devil was along for the ride.
Destructive behavior is the worse weed,
the face in the mirror has the greatest need,
yours truly hates to bleed.
True love is about the individual,
then others can fit in the schedule.

We should learn to forgive ourselves,
and do better,
loving & forgiving others is the letter.
Hard job,
hard job,
but less sob,
the less the devil will rob.

Won't blame anyone who can't,
it takes years to learn not to rant.

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